Sex Is Everywhere

My family owns a home cleaning service. As part of my responsibilities I do quality control reviews. One of our ladies called and told me she wasn't going to clean this house we had asked her to clean. I decided to go find out what her issues were. She said there was porn on the wall.

No further details so I decided to go see for myself. True, there was a large sketch of a nude silhouette, no nipple, no slit, no ass crack. Not porn, art. But if she was uncomfortable she wouldn't be forced to clean the house. I decided to clean the house myself.

In the bathroom, two penis dildos. On the nightstand a tube of anal lube. On the coffee table upstairs a nudist magazine, again not porn, nudism. There was a lot to make some people uncomfortable but not porn. We clean lots of houses and dildos are everywhere, panties in the sheets, under the bed. Books. And magazines of various kinks, gay and straight. We have lesbian and gay clients, dirty old men, nice ladies with vibrators on the nightstand. Not our business.

I guess I've seen enough, people of all sorts are into sex. In one house a sex swing and a hot tub in the bedroom, mirrors on the ceiling, a round bed. I cleaned the house, washed the dildos in hot water and soap, put the magazines in order, dusted the nude, and went home, got my vibrator and dildo out, undressed, put my nipples in clips, put a lesbian video in the blue-ray and masturbated until I achieved several climaxes. No need for nudes on the wall. I called my girlfriend, met her for dinner, told her about the porn house, kissed her, took her to her apartment, ate her and we watched one of our favorite lesbian porn movies